Raven’s POV
“I am no fugitive,” I told him, this time straightening my shoulders and tipping my chin.
His eyes assessed me in ways I did not want and some kind of emotion that I could not decipher flashed through his dark orbs.
“You were obviously running away from that… Whoever that was.” He said, his brows twitching at the slightest bit.
I cleared my throat. “You can’t understand. Stay away from it.” I bit out.
His brows arched then he began to walk away, leaving me. It was at that instant I felt a particular kind of emptiness in me. I watched his retreating body with confusion. Who was he?
The way he carried himself and the way I could hardly notice anything about him except for the black suit and the shoes he had worn which matched the darkness in his eyes, there was absolutely n
